I patiently wait for the elves to bring my friends and Silver to us, despite the awkward silence that is hanging in the air. I am not going to say that no one talks the whole time, but the exchanged words are all in the fairy language, so I have no clue what they’re talking about.
I keep looking towards the door, always having a feeling like it’s going to open anytime soon now, but nothing. I am getting more and more anxious with every moment, despite knowing that I did everything in my powers to assure that the meeting between the elves and my friends runs as smoothly as possible. And without unnecessary conflicts.
I wait and wait, already feeling the need to start pulling my hair out of my scalp one by one, because of how anxious I am. So, the moment the door does swing open, I a
